"I go where true love goes"

Por las melodias que algun dia Cat Stevens tatuó en mí.

Oda a Yusuf Islam




Heaven (Where True Love Goes)

The moment you walked inside my door
I knew that I need not look no more,
I've seen many other souls before - ah but,
Heaven must've programmed you

The moment you fell inside my dreams
I realized all I had not seen,
I've seen many other souls before - ah but,
Heaven must've programmed you.

Oh will you? Will you? Will you?
I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes
I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes

And if you walk along and if you lose your way,
Don't forget the one who gave you this today

Follow True Love, follow True Love,
Follow True Love, follow True Love

Oh will you? Will you? Will you?
I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes
I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes

And if a storm should come and if you face away,
That may be the chance for you to be safe
And if you make it through the trouble and the pain,
That may be the time for you to know his name

The moment you walked inside my door
I knew that I need not look no more,
I've seen many other souls before - ah but,
Heaven must've programmed you

The moment you fell inside my dreams
I realized all I had not seen,
I've seen many other souls before - ah but,
Heaven must've programmed you.

The moment you said "I will"
I knew that this love was real,
And that my faith was seen - oh
Heaven must've programmed you

The moment I looked into your eyes
I knew that they told no lies,
There would be no good byes - Ah
'cause Heaven must've programmed you

I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes
I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes

Timing

It's hard to stop complaining about almost everything that is surrounding me, it's the way they've told me to act, it's the way I've lived this 20 years of awarness, this 23 years of life. I remember my father back then, he was always telling us to read as much as our eyes last, and I believe him now, I know that those who read can write and those who write are able to spread their feelings in words.

But my speech today it's not about writing or telling phrases of my way of living. I will not talk about a weird Market 2 hours away, I would not talk about the same old story of Michael Jackson, I would not talk about Grandpa or Grandma- even though they deserve all of my blogspace- or dad or my sweet Carmina. Tonight the sky has brought me a warm package of stars that remain quiet taking good care of me, tonight Kevin Johansen is singing out loud from the main page of the site and I'm listening him while reflecting on my past.

It's such a great thing to have "Silvios" that make you stick to reality and real life within. It makes me want to grab my old piano and just whisper some old accords. But I know, it's been more than 13 years, I'll better keep listening to some good music while looking at myself and believing. It's for sure, destiny it's unpredictable, sometimes it's just playing "hide and seek".

Alkmaar

En el noroeste de Holanda se encuentra la ciudad de Alkmaar. Famosa por sus celebraciones de queso-cerveza, bailes y mercados por doquier.

Llegué tarde por extasiarme en Delft, casi desaparecían los rastros de muchedumbre cuando por fin le vi, camino atiborrado de un sinnúmero de cosas raras. No duré mucho, tomé rumbo a Amsterdam a ver si lograba algunas capturas interesantes, mas no sucedió así.

Ayer, despues de comprara algunas cosas Delfts Blauw, me senté en casa de Steve, charlamos junto a cervezas interminables y pinchos de un pollo sin sazón. Sam estaba ahí, con sus ojos azules de mirada profunda, "practicing to be a good drummer".

"Wanna hold on, and feel I belong"

Levito en este cuarto, contando las cinco semanas que tengo en tierra extranjera, en tierra de gente organizada y culta. Siempre que sepa que pertenezco al lugar que me acoge entonces respiro tranquila. Algo de repudio al regreso, algo de olvido de la conciencia, algo de saber que este instante pronto se me esfuma de las manos.

Frankfurt era un destino posible, estaba ahí, con sus grandes edificios y su centro económico esperando por mi. Habrá que posponerlo por largo tiempo. Me queda en el recuerdo la ciudad del Berlage, la de Horta, las reuniones interminables en el "BODEN", el sutil sonar de Paris (que ciudad tan hermosa), o Barcelona y Gaudí.

No estoy proyectando despedidas, pero se que, en algún tiempo me tocara hacerlo, decir adiós como lo he hecho ya tantas veces.

"Listening to Goo Goo dolls have done a right thing in my heart-pocket, it feels so right to think ahead and hold on, and suddenly belong..."

Fête de la Musique

Si Victor Horta y Magritte supieran que me fui a esconder en su hogar. Densa ciudad que me abrió los brazos de par en par (de par en par). Bruxelles es ecléctica, con toques de surrealismo y juventud alegre.

Bélgica tiene todo lo que un visitante busca, algo de arte renancentista, algo de comics con el famosisimo "Tintin", el arte en la variedad de cervezas y misticismo en Bruges.

Tomé mi bulto de viaje y empaqué agua, sandwiches de prosciutto y yoghurt junto a la cámara azul y el mapa de la ciudad. Me adentré en la famosa "Fête de la Musique" jugando con la brisa y el sonido de música de percusión. Tuve ganas de quedarme allí, pero regresé, al cuarto "scandinavian" de DELFT.


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